China My China

In the haze of the morning, China sits on eternity

And the opium farmers sell dreams to obscure fraternities

On the horizon the curtains are closingDown in the orchard the aunties and uncles play their games

Like it seems they always have done

In the blue distance the vertical offices bear their names

Like it seems they always have done

Clocks ticking slowly, dividing the day upThese poor girls are such fun

They know what God gave them fingers for

To make percussion over solosChina my China, I've wandered around and you're still here

Which I guess you should be proud of your walls have enclosed

You have kept you at home for thousands of years

But there's something I should tell you

All the young boys are dressing like sailors